But the next moment, flushed and triumphant, Barker rose from his knees, and came toward them carrying some papers in his hands.

Demorest seized them from him, opened them, spread them on the table, examined hurriedly the date, signatures, and transfers, glanced again quickly at the newspaper paragraph, looked wildly at Stacy and then at Barker, and gasped: "By the living hookey! it is SO!" "B'gosh! he HAS got 'em!" echoed Stacy.
"Twenty shares," continued Demorest breathlessly, "at ten thousand dollars a share--even if it's only a foot--is two hundred thousand dollars! Jerusalem!" "Tell me, fair sir," said Stacy, with sparkling eyes, "hast still left in yonder casket any rare jewels, rubies, sarcenet, or links of fine gold?
Peradventure a pearl or two may have been overlooked!" "No--that's all," returned Barker simply.
"You hear him! Rothschild says 'that's all.' Prince Esterhazy says he hasn't another red cent--only two hundred thousand dollars." "What ought I to do, boys ?" asked Barker, timidly glancing from one to the other.

Yet he remembered with delight all that day, and for many a year afterward, that he saw in their faces only unselfish joy and affection at that supreme moment.
"Do ?" said Demorest promptly.

"Stand on your head and yell! No! stop! Come here!" He seized both Barker and Stacy by the hand, and ran out into the open air.

Here they danced violently with clasped hands around a small buckeye, in perfect silence, and then returned to the cabin, grave but perspiring.
"Of course," said Barker, wiping his forehead, "we'll just get some money on these certificates and buy up that next claim which belongs to old Carter--where you know we thought we saw the indication." "We'll do nothing of the kind," said Demorest decidedly.